love is a temple.
love is a higher law.


it becomes some sort of a collection.
a circle here, a tick there.
the latter, conquered; the next, a challenge.
its the same as those of trinkets, action heroes and antiques.
just more callous and destructive.
in fact, it is an activity that could be compared to hunting, involving the blasphemy of life for fun and sport.
i suppose out of the many, some get to keep and display their trophies; some believe their trophies lie somewhere ex post facto.
is it really a cause, or just another rationalized justification?
let there be concordance, we need it.


one step in there and it's like you go back in time.
back to where the sets and structure was clear as day.
when there was no doubt about your points of execution, about their points of execution.
every match was a game of strategic manipulation, both physical and psychological.
one step in there and the anticipation of the next shot thrills the life outta you.
brilliant, simply exhilarating.
it becomes exceptionally beautiful when you can see what i see.
because its no longer just a box or a bunch of lines, it becomes a game area with specifically marked out spots of perpetration.
like a chessboard to a chess master; you see all the moves to victory.
a skill like that is invisible to the eye, making it the most difficult to impart.
it is something that once learnt, cannot be undone.
it is a beautiful thing.


one life, with each other
sisters and my brothers.

perfection at 9:39 PM